Year of the Dog - The Professional Lyrics

Train carriage, skinny ankles, monkey bars, unforgiving angles, black suit under a guillotine nose, cracking open un-openable windows.

My shadow fits your body like a glove, can’t stop switching the lights on and off, your own mind is telling you enough is enough, but you’re only listening for the midnight buzz.

You want something physical, scandalous, even biblical, but my love’s so pure it tastes medicinal, trust me I am a professional.

You move a little closer try to see my eyes, but before you get comfortable you realise, we’re the last two bodies in the carriage tonight - please don’t ask your business is not mine.
Dancing on my toes is not a game, you get what you want but it comes with shame. So have some decency and turn away, but instead you whisper into my ear your name.

‘Coz you want something physical, scandalous, even biblical, but my love’s so pure it tastes medicinal, trust me I am a professional.

You move a little closer try to see my eyes, but before you get comfortable you realise, we’re the last two bodies in the carriage tonight. Please don’t ask, your business is not mine.